| Hospital Spam; Open to Multiples |
[24 May 2016|12:30pm] |
[Malia sits up in the hospital bed, listening to the beeps of the different machines on the floor. She doesn't see why she has to stay here at all, she'll heal on her own.
Still, the burns and the shards of glass and wood that cut into her body are taking longer to heal than the would have liked. She exhales hard to distract herself from feeling the pain. Maybe she should have taken Theo's offer, he seemed nice enough.
The edges of her hair are singed. She'll have to cut it.]
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| Spam for Scout |
[24 May 2016|01:52pm] |
[It's been nearly two years since her best friend vanished without a trace, unable to be tracked by any of the werewolves in Derek's pack who'd tried. Two very long years full of sleepless nights trying to figure out what happened, of having horrible nightmares about what happened to her friend when Stiles did manage to sleep, of pacing the floor and consuming far too much Adderall in an attempt to make her brain work better, faster. And she'd come up empty handed every time.
And in the midst of it all, there had been the alpha pack and Jennifer Blake, trying to tell her dad that the supernatural was real and behind most of the weird things that kept happening in Beacon Hills.
And then there'd been the nogitsune. It's still something she doesn't let herself stop to think about, to process, because she knows exactly what will happen if she does, and she can't. Not with Scout still missing. Not with having to keep what was left of the pack together. She had to keep them together because when they found Scout, she was going to need her pack -- even if she didn't know two of them.
The berserkers and Kate Argent and the deadpool tore her attention in half from looking for her best friend and she had so much resentment toward Kate for that alone. She doesn't think the bitch is behind the deadpool, but she hasn't ruled it out either.
And now she's in a different universe. She'd laugh at the insanity but she's so used to one crazy thing after another at this point that this is just the next crazy thing she has to deal with. The only good thing is that Scout is here.
She's nervous, as she waits on her best friend's porch. So much time has passed, so many things have happened, part of her is terrified to hear what happened to Scout at the same time as she's terrified to tell her about everything that's happened since she's been gone.
After a moment, she reaches out and knocks on the door.]
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[24 May 2016|04:34pm] |
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I'm going to open this up to whoever can access a tablet. Today I was out for lunch and while I was picking up my sandwich from the deli counter, I accidentally bumped into a girl standing next to me, who was carrying a cup of hot coffee. I apologized to her, said "sorry Sweetheart, let me get you a napkin" and all of a sudden, the entire mood shifted. She was offended that I dare call her something as demeaning as "sweetheart". As confused as I was, I tried then to simply explain that if anything, she should take it as a compliment and then she accused me of "man-splaining". She refused to tell me what the hell that meant so I'll ask all of you. What did I do that was so wrong?
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[24 May 2016|09:14pm] |
[He's sitting in the kitchen while his mom chats about some new show she's been catching on TV lately. The new residents seem to love reality TV, it's all they watch. He makes a note to himself to break the television and rolls his eyes at the drama his mom is explaining to him when she has her back turned to him.
Suddenly, he's outside and everything is gone. He stands in the middle of an abandoned street.]
Mom? Mom?
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[24 May 2016|10:14pm] |
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My heart goes out to all of those who have lost or have injured loved ones in the hospital right now. This town is scary enough without deliberate malicious attacks on each other.
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| Jason |
[24 May 2016|10:44pm] |
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It looks like someone beat us to the jail in the police station. Want to hit the prison?
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| Thenda Spam |
[24 May 2016|10:50pm] |
[It's not that she has anything against drugs. She's sure that under the right circumstances, they can probably be a lot of fun. She wouldn't be so worried about Thomas experimenting with them if she didn't already know why he's taking any old pills people throw at him. He's not dancing to remember, he's dancing to forget. She's been keeping close watch on him since they left the party, making sure he has enough water and that he's still healthy. When he seems mostly normal, she sits down next to him.]
We have to talk.
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| Texts to Jason |
[24 May 2016|10:56pm] |
»Busy suddenly, huh?
»Any idea what's up with this bomb incident?
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[24 May 2016|11:59pm] |
[Rachel has her left arm in a sling and a cut on her forehead in stitches. She looks concerned.]
What's the fallout from last night been like?
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